My First Time I Sold My Pussy 05

"Tom, 15 guys is too much, I don't want to do this anymore!" I texted him the next day after the 15-15 game.

I got his text back, "Jenny, we won't be doing this often, but you need to get more fuck fit."

"Fuck fit? What are you talking about?"

And he texted back, explaining the situation and convincing me to do a 1-on-1 workout that focused on pelvic floor exercises and strengthening my vaginal muscles. Tom gave me the trainer's contact details. Barbara was the name of this fitness trainer, she was a very fit lady in her late 30s. Perfect body, flat stomach, slim long legs, shiny black hair and ocean blue eyes.

I started to tell her that I wanted a flat stomach, slimmer legs and a firm bottom. She said: "You'll have all that, you just need a few simple exercises, but the most important thing is the pelvic floor muscles. You see, I'm more of an unconventional trainer."

She showed me exercises and I had to spend 1 hour a day, 5 days a week on these exercises. We trained 1:1 every day, except at the weekend, and two weeks later I had to do it myself. I bought Kegel balls and special toys for my pussy.

So Tom gave me 2 weeks off from having sex with other men, he was the only man I was fucking that period of time. After 2 weeks he said, "I am going to increase your monthly allowance and you will get the usual fee from the boys. I want to see you squeeze their cocks to make them come fast. The goal is to make every man come in 5 minutes."

I realised that after three vaginal births, my pussy muscles was no longer able to grip small or average dicks, and that's why I was so eager for big dicks. Restoring the tightness of my pussy and getting paid for it was a good deal.

After my period, Tom and I agreed that we would meet guys every weekday Monday through Friday during lunch break hours. I was busy with my main job and family commitments after work. I was also doing pussy and full body workouts in the evenings, so my schedule was very full.

Lunch breaks were still the ideal time to earn some extra money and satisfy Tom's fetish. We set ourselves the goal of spending 30 minutes with two men, so 15 minutes each. So in the first week I was fucked by 10 men, I tried to squeeze their cocks but I don't think they felt my grip. My pussy wasn't loose either, a man could feel a rub and still cum.

My first month was a challenge, I wasn't thinking about the pleasure of sex, just how I could grab the cock with my pussy muscles. Of course we used condoms and that made it harder to grip. After work at the office, I regularly exercised my pelvic floor and vaginal muscles.

Fucking so many men was part of my workout. I wanted to reach the goal of making every man come in 5 minutes or less. After that month, I saw how much money I was making but I understood why Tom wanted me to make men orgasm so quickly. He once told me that he dreamed of seeing me fucked by 100 men in one day. What a sick fantasy!

But for the first time, someone was paying for my personal development, and my moral side saw nothing wrong with it. I was being used, but I was getting something of value.

The first month was over, I had my period, so I took a week off from sex.

By the second month I was feeling better and I could feel myself controlling my orgasms, relaxing and tensing my pussy during sex. Tom chose men who had good stamina. My second month was more enjoyable as I was able to give myself orgasms during this assembly line fuck. And it was like a stress relief from the hectic office job. My accounting firm was expanding, I had so much to do, lunch break sex was a kind of relaxation and adventure. We did not do it every weekday as Tom was more selective about the guys who fucked me.

Tom fucked me 2-3 times a week, we did it after the guys fucked me and he just let his cock slide into my well lubricated hole. By the second month he told me he could feel the grip and finished faster.

Overall, I was grateful that Tom recommended this personal trainer to me, I became addicted to my pussy training and worked out my whole body too. After two months of body training and dieting, I had a flat stomach, a round and fit butt and slimmer legs. I became happier with my body, my dresses and skirts got shorter, I got more attention from men in general.

My husband James realised something was up when I wore stockings with suspenders without underwear in front of him in the mornings while dressing up. At first he thought I was trying to seduce him, but I always rejected his attempts to have sex with me... I was still mad at him, but I liked teasing him by dressing up in front of him.

Talking about dresses, it was very convenient to have sex with my escorting clients with clothes on because sometimes I didn't want to take my clothes off just to save time. Often the guys would lift up my office dress and fuck me from behind, no underwear allowed easy access and even Tom wouldn't undress me and fuck me with my dress or skirt on after the guys had used me.

Anyway, it was a warm season and I liked to wear only short skirts or dresses.

In the third month I managed to make the men come quickly within 5 minutes, the goal was achieved. The men could no longer hold my firm grip and came quickly.

It all became too boring for me, but I learned how to orgasm easily. My pussy muscles were strong so I could control my orgasms.

And by the third month my preferences for sex positions changed dramatically, I used to be the woman taking a passive role waiting for the man to take the initiative, in other words the man on top, but I changed, I became the one who rides cock and it was good exercise for my legs and I learned many variations of cock riding. I loved taking control and finding the right angle for a cock to score points in my honeypot which led to bingo. Some guys were well endowed and I was happy, but I managed to cum from average or smaller dicks. However, everything became so robotic that I decided to continue until my period, but the period didn't come.

After a week and a half, my period came and it was painful and bled more than usual. I thought it might be an STD, so I went to the doctor. The doctor confirmed that I was pregnant and had an early miscarriage. In medicine, this is called a chemical pregnancy. Although I took precautions, Tom's tadpoles reached my egg as he was ejaculating inside of me everytime we had sex. My pussy was full of his swimmers, and contraceptive films didn't help. I was sure it was because of the Tom's sperm as other guys put their semen in the condoms and we used good quality condoms. I told Tom everything, he blamed me for not using effective contraception, I explained why, but he didn't listen, he kept pushing me to continue escorting and fuck.

Tom didn't want to be supportive, he thought I was a sex robot, I couldn't tolerate that, so I had to end it all.

The fact of this early miscarriage made me think I was lucky. What if Tom's seed had started to grow and I had not had a miscarriage?

I remembered my unwanted third pregnancy. I only ever wanted two children, but I decided to have the third because I felt that the new life inside me was an integral part of me and I hadn't even thought about abortion.

What would happen in my current case, would I feel the same way? Would I have let the pregnancy continue? I couldn't answer that and I was just happy that it ended like this. But the fact is that my chosen method of contraception failed. I could not use effective contraceptives because my body could not tolerate them, so I had to use these so-called films, and they are not very effective because spermatozoa can still get the job done. Thus I had to rethink contraceptive options if I want to have sex outside of my marriage.

But there is also a good side to this escort experience. It has made me feel comfortable with my body and in control of my orgasms. From being a passive fuck doll who needed to be fucked properly with a fat cock to feel an orgasm, I became an active, athletic sex goddess who knows how to pleasure herself properly.

Although I made a lot of money I did not want to continue doing this, not just because of accidental unwanted pregnancy, but somehow it had to end and that day just came.